“I want sit down/ & just sit & not flicker, to not have to try so hard/ to not die. I told her to smile. I told her forever. // Larry Levis dead or staring out from book covers/ & there’s so much that my love is just no damn good for.”
–Nate Pritts. http://similarpeakspoetry.com/nate-pritts/
Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber
via foxesinbreeches (via frenchtwist)
Make a list
of everything that’s
ever been
on fire –
Abandoned cars
Trees
The sea
Your mother burned down to the skeleton
so she could come back, born back from her bed, and walk around the
house again, exhausted
in slippers
What else?
Your brain
Your eyes
Your lungs
“The other day Matt Rohrer said,
the next time you feel yourself going dark
in a poem, just don’t, and see what happens.” - Rachel Zucker from, “Poem”
And how far can I carry the thought of you
when already the snow won’t hold me.— O. Kalytiak Davis
There is nothing extraordinary about my life,
which is something I just now realized
smoking a cigarette
outside on Laura’s patio
where last spring she hung round paper lanterns,
a string of hollowed out moons
blowing in the wind…